Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On them
You better keep your hand on them
And live you sayin' on them beats
Real

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a gangsta

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a gangsta

They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the
people look at me as the real talk of New York
I like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to front
Like they the to ever put green in a blunt
Look, I don't be meaning to but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you

But otherwise I'm with it
They say only the ones who never had get and act a fool with it
Everybody's gangsta through the
if they raised in a house with a view of the ocean

The is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like that but say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and say that it's his
You ain't a or you wouldn't go to dinner with groupies
a baller 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

How can niggaz say they be on the side of the seas
Where the steering wheels are on the other of the V's
And the look like the spot on the other side of the C's
When they ain't never on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya are too light
sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that you are in the booth
But you got the heart, the scars or the proof

And now you flash ya' shirt, tag in our
But I'm hearin' you was a dirt bag before the
You walk around talkin' how every dime you
When they even speak to you, never mind fucked you

Ya' hood sayin' come back
Step foot in and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' keys in ya' house
When ya' mamma won't even give you to the house, loser?

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin'
Trynna fool the world a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you blow
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a

They strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security, you unprotected sex
You ain't fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a

If real recognize real, you'd be a Doe
You livin' in a closet but call it a
I don't member you as a slinger that was on the
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the

Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on
Nah, I think it's hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you out, fucka

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3 and any time you on them streets
You better keep hand on them heats
And live you sayin' on them beats
Real

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them
You keep your hand on them heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk, real

It's really really really real talk
It's really really really really talk
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk